chpt. 8 of Article. (original) (raw)
April 8th, 2006 (05:46 am)
Muse: groggy
Chpt.8
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
- William Blake.
Harry's POV:
Harry's been making progress and he is proud of that fact. The fact that he hasn't failed entirely on himself and has done what his birth has foretold that he do.
He's figured out that one of the Horcruxes are in the old orphanage that Dumbledore showed him in his Pensieve. It seems like the most logical place that Tom Riddle would put his soul.
He's decided to have his 'friends' help him despite the fact he's still hurt about losing a piece of his own soul. Hermione has been helping with the configuring of ways to kill a piece of soul. So far it's proven tricky and has taken at least a week, but with Harry panicking and her own anxiety the Configuration has been made and are about to be tested inside this orphanage that is no more than a falling down mass of wood. The wood cracks underneath Harry's boots.
There's nothing that stands out.
Then there is a cold feeling. It feels like terror and makes Harry want to turn and scream because he knows that the monster he always thought that would be waiting right outside the door of the cupboard. It's terrifying because he can hear it breathing and rasping in his ear and prickling the back of his neck.
Yet he knows that if he turns around there will be nothing there.
No.
There will be something there. Something with red eyes that are too round, with a mouth full of shark teeth and a swollen face.
It's terrifying and makes Harry want to scream knowing that the worst monsters that could not possibly be real could really be in the Wizarding world.
'Turn around Harry'.
Never.
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Putting one foot in the other is hard but Harry's done harder things. So walking to the other side of the room isn't quite so hard. It's when he tries to get into the space of the staircase that he hits a barrier. Like something is trying to hold him back.
When the walls morph into something not so wall like Harry clutches his wand tightly. Because this is exactly like a horror novel that only Voldemort could create.
There are eyes on the walls. Red eyes that bleed tears crimson and create mouths that open to screaming. Screaming that only those who are being painfully tortured would scream. It's scaring Harry but he won't back down, because if he thinks hard enough he can think of the logic of this entire thing and how the walls aren't real.
Then the thud.
Harry can feel it move the staircase that wasn't anything rotted pieces of wood before. He knows if he looks up he will see something that will make him scream and make him forget what he came here for. Harry knows that this thing is Evil in the way that no living thing can be evil.
So Harry seeks for some sort of belief that will make him forget that his monster is in the place with him. Something that will allow Harry to remember that he's suppose to figure out where the thing he came for is.
Then he finally feels it. The sense that there is indeed the Horcrux in the rotted down building.
But it isn't upstairs.
He's standing right over the floorboard that it is under.
Harry gets to his knees ripping a bit of his jeans and digs his fingers into the side of the floorboard and pulls. Ignoring the breathing that is touching his forehead and ignoring the screaming walls. Instead he sticks his hand into the dirt under the floorboard and searches.
Then he finds it.
Pulling it out he opens his palm to see the mouthpiece that he seen in that memory.
But he starts screaming when claw/hand touches his.
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Harry was afraid. And if he were to look at his reflection he would see the pale skin be even paler. He would see the green eyes open big and terrified. He would see the classic horror movie victim.
But he doesn’t look at his reflection. No, he looks at the Room that holds Percy.
His hand is clenching painfully around the mouthpiece. The smell of burnt flesh is reaching his nose.
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Percy POV:
There's pain all over him. He can feel the hole in his stomach opening as the lack of food and too much torture get to be too much for him. When he's given a break he regrets it, because after a while he becomes numb. It's when they stop that he really hurts.
"So The Dark Lord has decided it's going to be him?"
"Of course, he is after all the whore of Harry Potter."
"That's disgusting."
"Actually I think it will be quite delicious watching the fucking faggot die like that."
Laughter.
"I can't wait."
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